As many of you may know, I spend a lot of time in hotels. This means that I learn to hate front desk staff with passion, or, I learn to love the smart ones with all of my heart. Last night at the Ramada, in Vancouver, BC, I asked the front desk for a new room key, as mine was not working. They then proceeded to ask me if I was storing my key near other credit cards. OF COURSE I DO! It's shaped like a credit card, looks like a credit card, and stores information on it like a credit card. Therefore, I store it in my wallet near my credit cards. If you don't want me to keep it near my credit cards, don't build it to the same dimensions as a credit card.
Rave:
I had my first professional deep tissue massage and hour long pedicure today. Whoa! That's all I've got to say. I'm seriously thinking about budgeting this expense into my life to make this a more regular occurrence. Enjoy the picture of GM, David and myself high on life.
1 comment:
Go down and ask for a new key, every hour you are in the hotel, then hand them out to bums on your way out of town. And put me on the appointment for the deep tissue massage.
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